The headmaster smiled. He wasn’t really old as one would think. The headmaster at my previous school was an old grandpa, who was probably just waiting for his retirement. This headmaster was in his early thirties if not even 30. He was dressed in a champagne-colored suit with a checkered brown tie. His hair was perfectly styled.
“You don’t need to feel bad for saying things, I’m asking you because I want to know. Being open with one another will help us deal with the situation better.” He tried encouraging me to speak to him. But I was still reluctant. I didn’t know if it was a good idea to rattle on everybody.
“Well, the first few days were a bit tough. But I think I managed to make a few friends.” I said without giving him any details hoping it would be enough for him to not ask me mor
